Grumble, grumble, grumble…

Beezley was sick of worksies! All day every day, it was cleansies, sweepsies, cooksies, and annoying studentsies everywhere! The elf entered the great hall, angrily muttering under her breath.

The muttering stopped when she saw Algamus and the studentsies at the table. “Greedy pigsy Algamus is keeping all the tea and sweetsies to himself! Beezley wants tea too!” she said. She glared at the two studentsies. “What are studentsies doing here?”

Beezley sat down, propping her feetsies on the table. She held up a teacup, as if expecting someone to fill it for her. In the meantime, she helped herself to a cakesie. Sniff, sniff. “Tinka’s cakeses smell like FARTSES!”